I have one white silkie left...a predator got my rooster...and I'm not going to butcher my hen...I have a pic of her (Solare) on here somewhere....but is there meat really that blue color or is that just the pic? I don't think blue meat looks appetizing...

That's a good idea. There's a market about 45 minutes from here that caters to the Asian community, and we shop there when we're out in that direction (very infrequently). Not the cleanest place so we're a bit wary, but they have stuff that we simply can't find elsewhere locally.

Your suggestion inspired me to do a bit of exploring and I found this grocery somewhat closer in the opposite direction. May check it out this weekend.

San Francisco! (Don't call it 'Frisco ;-)) I miss that town. Lived in Los Gatos/San Jose three decades ago. The house in Los Gatos was precisely on the San Andreas 'rupture zone'. We had a humongous avocado tree in the yard that you did not want to be under if it was windy while the tree was fruiting. San Francisco was a frequent destination for shopping, dining and exploring the urban world.

hey Bill...not that I would want to eat my little Solare...but can you tell us how you make your soup....My friends had over 100 of those silkies...and I bet they didn't know that the meat was black...I haven't seen them for a few years, so I don't know what they did with all them....I just brought two home, because I liked the looks of them.

One very good thing about this forum is this....you sure can learn alot....I didn't realize that silkies meat was black...

For those who can't, the SF Chronicle columnist is the late great Herb Caen, who coined the term 'beatnik' in 1958... (Yeh, I use elipses too ;-))

. . . Look magazine, preparing a picture spread on S.F.'s Beat Generation (oh, no, not AGAIN!), hosted a party in a No. Beach house for 50 Beatniks, and by the time word got around the sour grapevine, over 250 bearded cats and kits were on hand, slopping up Mike Cowles' free booze. They're only Beat, y'know, when it comes to work . . .

When I worked at the downtown Marriott, Caen was an occasional visitor at my bar. I learned how to make him what he regarded as the perfect martini - Stoli straight up with a lemon twist. Shaken, not stirred. With a chilled glass - we kept ours in a freezer.

The BV is more a tourist trap than a neighborhood bar, but Caen liked to hang there because he liked the staff, and always got a kick out of tourists, most of whom had no idea who he was.

He liked neighborhood places, and he lived on Nob Hill in a rather posh building next door to the Fairmont hotel called The Brocklebank, not far from the biz district in one direction, and Chinatown/North Beach in the other. I lived a few blocks from him, in the Nob/Russian Hill notch on Pacific. It wasn't at all uncommon to run into him at all sorts of places from Polk Street to Chinatown, cheap eateries to expensive gourmet palaces.

When I was at the Presidio of Monterey the second time, and then at Ft Ord, I used to get the Chron for the comics, the crosswords, and Herb Caen. (And Joe Bob Briggs on Sundays, but I think he was in the Examiner, IIRC it was a joint Sunday edition.)